I’m sitting here, in my office, wondering how in the world I can even conjure up all my feelings that I’ve felt this past year. Tears are welling up my eyes as I’m thinking about it. It doesn’t take much for me to get emotional thinking about Cannon.
It is so mind-blowing to me that my baby boy is already turning one. I can still so vividly remember when we were in the hospital with him––most likely because of the scarring pain I went through (read my birth story here)––and I felt so scared and nervous, but so proud of this precious boy that we created.
It couldn’t be more perfect timing that my bestie, Paige, just sent me a photo of Cannon at one month old as I am writing this blog post. INSTANT TEARS. It’s all so bittersweet because while I miss the newborn age and earlier months so much, I am also just so obsessed with Cannon’s blooming personality as he gets older. Read More